Todoroki Brother

Ninety-one days. That's all the time Drew has before the nukes fall. He died in an alley. Knife in his back. His ex-wife and her rich boyfriend watching from an armored car, toasting his death like it was a celebration. Then he woke up. Back in time. Three months before the bombs. The world still thinks he's a loser. His ex-wife thinks she's poisoned him slow enough to get away with it. Her brother thinks he can threaten him out of his own house. The rich CEO thinks he can steal his wife and his home without consequence. They have no idea. Drew lived five years in the ashes. Five years eating rat meat, killing men who wanted his water, stitching his own wounds in the dark. He saw how the world ended. He saw who survived—and who didn't. Now he's going back. He knows what's coming. He knows where to hide. He knows who to trust. He's going to turn his basement into a fortress. He's going to stockpile enough food, guns, and medicine to outlast the nuclear winter. He's going to watch the world burn—and laugh. And the first thing he's going to do? Make sure the people who killed him the first time suffer worse than he did.

On the night of Kael Draven’s birth, the skies split in two. The moon turned blood-red, the Veil of Aegis—the sacred barrier protecting the kingdom of Eryndor—shattered, and demons poured into the realm, slaughtering thousands. His mother died in childbirth, and the High Hierophant Malrick, leader of the Sanctum of Luminar, declared the newborn child the source of the calamity. From that moment, Kael was branded the “cursed child,” a walking omen of doom. His noble family disowned him, his name erased from their records, while his younger brother Aelric was exalted as the chosen heir. Kael grew up in chains, spat upon by peasants and nobles alike, humiliated in public festivals, and treated as less than a dog. His only friend was Fang, a scarred stray dog who shared his pain. Yet fate had other plans. During the grand trial, where Kael was condemned to die by being devoured by a monstrous beast in the royal arena, the curse mark on his body ignited. A fading celestial spirit, Elyndra, bonded with him, and his soul unlocked the Eclipse Codex, a divine system hidden within the mark. What the world called a curse revealed itself as a path to power. Despised by all, betrayed by blood, and hunted by the temple, Kael will rise from scorned trash to savior of Eryndor. The curse they fear is the only hope of salvation against Umbraxis, the Eternal Hunger—the primordial evil sealed at Kael’s birth, now stirring once again.

The glass floor cracked under Hazel Kingsley's feet forty-three floors above the river, and her own brother backed off bridge and left her standing on it. Her husband, David, was mopping the basement. Her family calls him Probation: the engineering student who never graduated, the maintenance man they let her marry because they were sure she'd come to her senses. They don't know that behind the counter of a betting shop on Tanyard Road, the man they laugh at runs Keystone, the faceless firm whose seal holds up half the city's skyline. And they don't know that whoever swapped the bolts on that bridge stamped every one of them with Keystone's mark. Now the city wants Keystone's face. The golden. Boy from David's old class has stepped forward and claimed his name. The maintenance log says David was the only man in the plant room when the bridge broke. And the people who tried to kill his wife have just signed off the hospital wing where his mother works nights. If David stays hidden, they'll bury him under his own buildings. If he steps forward, everyone he loves becomes a target. So how do you prove you're the man holding up the city when the city has already decided you're nothing?

Ji Xuanyuan once stood at the pinnacle of the cultivation world. Revered as the greatest sword cultivator in history and a peerless Heavenly Sovereign, he possessed unmatched strength, unrivaled talent, and the respect of countless cultivators. Yet in the end, he was betrayed by the only two people he had ever trusted—his sworn brother and the woman he loved. Their reason? The Nameless Scripture. With a dagger through his heart, Ji Xuanyuan believed everything had come to an end. Instead... He opened his eyes in the body of Lin Wuchen, a notorious silk-pants young master whose name was synonymous with disgrace. His cultivation was mediocre, his reputation was in ruins, and his future had already been written off by the world. But fate had one final surprise. The Nameless Scripture had never been stolen. It had followed him through death itself. Within its endless pages lay the Nihility Dao Scripture, a cultivation art unlike any other—one that demanded the cultivator return everything to nothingness before walking a path beyond all known Daos. Armed with the sword mastery accumulated over a lifetime and a Dao capable of erasing all things, Ji Xuanyuan begins forging a power the world has never witnessed. A path where destruction gives birth to transcendence, and nothingness becomes the foundation of everything. This time, he will not merely reclaim the peak he once stood upon. He will surpass it. And those who betrayed him will learn that some debts can only be repaid... in blood.

Edgar, a young slave, gets slapped into the creepy valley of vipers, a place of utter darkness. His failure to return might not end the world full of freakish cultivators, but it would mean Fabby, his elder sister, has to spend her slave life alone among smiling predators that threaten her life and honor. But how can a cripple and an inexperienced Edgar survive the fall, then climb the valley that not even the most heinous criminals of the world would choose for a hiding spot? Even if he somehow does, will he continue to live as a slave, or will he fight for his and his sister’s ‘freedom’- the word a slave never even dared to whisper and live another day? Will Edgar keep swimming in suffering, or will he sink his teeth into the sharks that surround the siblings? “One day, I’ll set up an inn, and people will call me the Lady Innkeeper Fabby!” said Fabby, with her pretty nose turned up a bit. “Sounds cool, but what about me?” the innocent younger brother, Edgar, pulled her skirt and asked while licking on tamarind candy. “You’ll be a waiter, of course,” she assured. “Eh? Waiter?" his cute little expression warped very fast. "No, I don’t want it.” “You won't be a regular waiter but the head waiter!” “Still, no,” he shook his little head a little too quickly. “Why don’t you be the head waitress, and I’ll be the innkeeper!” “Huh? Then what’s the point of me dreaming of becoming an innkeeper, you idiot!” she caught his ear for a good bit of twisting. "Ow, ow, ow!"

They killed my family. Stole my empire. Forced me to marry their daughter as a "peace offering." For three years, I played the worthless son-in-law; beaten, humiliated, spat on by my wife's family. They called me a coward who abandoned the Chens during the massacre. They don't know the truth: I was drugged, framed, and left to rot. On the night my wife signed our divorce papers, her brother left me bleeding in an alley to die. That's when IT awakened; the Ancestral Blood System, a Chen family legacy that activates only when the heir loses everything. But this system doesn't give free power. It demands SACRIFICE. Want money? Trade your memories. Want strength? Endure torture that breaks your soul. Want revenge? Lose the ability to feel joy. Every victory costs a piece of my humanity. Every choice drags me closer to becoming a monster. The five families who butchered my bloodline think I'm still that pathetic son-in-law. They're about to learn what happens when a caged lion breaks free. My mother-in-law mocked me? I'll buy her company and make her beg. My wife's new fiancé tried to kill me? He's the mastermind behind my family's murder and he has a system too. The world thinks the Chen Empire is dead? Watch me build something even gods will fear. But here's the problem: The more I use this power, the more it corrupts my soul. At 100% corruption, the system consumes me and unleashes an ancient demon that will end the world.

Xie Yan was nobody — an outer disciple with no talent, no standing, and no one to protect him. When his own sect brother orchestrated a massacre that killed sixty-three of their own and needed someone to blame, they tortured him for three days, buried him alive in the sect's forbidden valley, and walked away without looking back. They should have made sure he stayed dead. In his final breath, Xie Yan binds to the Grief Ledger — a System that doesn't reward strength or virtue, but despair. Every enemy he breaks, every spirit he shatters, becomes currency: Grief, spent on techniques, power, and an ascension no one thought possible for a boy left for dead in an unmarked grave. He claws his way back into a world that buried him, gathering allies along the way — a wandering cultivator carrying her own scars from a System just like his, and an old mentor who fights to keep him human even as the Ledger whispers that mercy is inefficient. But the man who buried him is hunting him to protect a secret far larger than one massacre, and he's bound to a System of his own — one with no interest in keeping him human at all. When his enemy kidnaps the one person Xie Yan has left to lose, the countdown begins. Ten days to become strong enough to save her. Ten days to decide exactly how much of himself he's willing to spend to do it. This is not a story about becoming a hero. This is the price of becoming an emperor.

"Drink up, brother," they said, passing me the poisoned wine. In my first life, I was the fool who conquered an empire only to hand it to my family on a silver platter. My reward? A silver goblet laced with nightshade, a dagger between my ribs, and the sound of my own brothers laughing as I choked on my own blood. They seized my throne, slaughtered my loyalists, and completely erased my legacy. Then, I blinked. I wasn't lying on the cold stone floor of a locked treasury. I was standing in the middle of the Grand Pavilion, ten years earlier, holding the exact same golden chalice. Julian was right next to me, patting my shoulder with his fake, loving smile. The universe had hit rewind. My body is ten years younger. My vast mana pools are gone, reduced to a flickering spark. I am physically a weak, untrained prince surrounded by apex predators. But I remember everything. Every hidden treasure, every forbidden spell, every upcoming disaster, and exactly how each of my brothers breathes. They think I am still their naive, easily manipulated pawn. They have no idea that the gentle prince died in that treasury—and a monster woke up in his place. I’m not going to fight them for this rotting kingdom. I'm going to let them starve. I will cross into the forbidden lands, awaken a dark system, and build an empire so terrifying it will swallow theirs whole. My name is Kaelen. They wanted my throne, but they will drown in their own blood to reach it.

My gaze fell on a slender mortal girl with short dark hair and glowing brown eyes. She looked like she was about to cry, and soon enough, she began sobbing. I glanced at the heaps of bodies around her—were they her companions? Why was she crying? This was war, and their fate was sealed the moment they entered my domain. I tilted my head, resting it on my hand as I studied her. There was something different about her, something I couldn’t quite figure out. Why did I feel a flicker of pain, an emotion, from my pitch-black heart? It shouldn’t be possible—my heart was dead. I was sure of that. Yet, she walked toward my castle, forcing herself closer with each step. Her foundation was weak, far weaker than the knights I had just slain. I channeled my cosmic bolt, aimed to kill, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I tried, but she kept moving forward, weeping uncontrollably. The ache inside me grew as she finally reached me, collapsing and embracing me, her cries so loud they seemed to echo in my soul. I was frozen, unsure of what to do. Emotions I thought long dead came crashing back. She sniffled and cried out, “Come home, big brother. Please come home with me.” She cuddled closer, and a warmth spread through me. I felt a warm liquid on my cheeks—tears. I realised I was crying. “Please, big brother, let’s go home,”

Does the death of billions of people even have any meaning to it? It's like once the number passes a certain threshold we humans are unable to imagine the severity such a scale entails. The once prosperous Immortal Domain witnessed its destruction due to an unknown disaster. A disaster that wiped out 2/3 of its entire population in mere hours. Billions, no, even trillions of lives might have been lost. After the Immortal Domain's Destruction, it was split into the Fragmented Lower Realms and the High Heavens known as the Upper Realm. However, all was not lost. From the flickering embers of life that remained, and after countless years, an Era that would eventually be known as the Resurgence Era was starting to show its first signs of brilliance. These first sparks were located in a Fragmented Realm called the Wither Daemon Realm, in which there was a planet named Daiyu. On this planet, heavenly prodigies that were born with one of the thirty rare Legendary Physiques were starting to pop up like common weeds. Longwei, a loudmouth and arrogant brat was born into the Wu Clan while possessing the third-rank Legendary Physique, the Dao Physique. He was also known as one of the six monster-level geniuses on planet Daiyu. His brother Longmin, his opposite, a quiet and reserved boy, though was an equally terrifying genius in his own right, had faded into obscurity since his birth and was estranged by their father after a certain catastrophic incident. This story is the supposed legends of two dragons, who through a journey of bloodshed and betrayal, led their clan to unify the Immortal Domain and stand above Demons and Gods as powerful existences. This is the Immortal Journey of the Wu Clan's Twin Dragons.